The three sisters of Lin Yun filled three fifty-pound bags with frozen dumplings, and after the family had a feast in the morning, Lin Daliang also took some to the milk powder factory for Bai Dajiang and Wang Yongsheng.
The filling was mostly meat with little vegetable, so juicy that one bite would burst in your mouth.
Back then, the New Year's atmosphere was more festive, and Lin Xue found her mom frying meatballs early in the morning.
This was their local tradition. However, having a meal with meat in the countryside was quite difficult. No one would extravagantly fry meatballs when every household couldn't even have a meal with meat dumplings.
"Mom, make more. When Second Uncle and his family come on the second day of the new year, Xiao Mei and the others love it too!" Lin Xue said as she helped with the fire.
